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[Tired of all the new feathers yet? Sorry, but here's another one - and he's loud. Very loud. So loud in fact that standing in the middle of the plaza, just about anyone in the vicinity can probably hear him. Why is he loud? Because he woke up in the fountain, soaked, with yellow wings and white cotton pants. He doesn't really realize that last part yet, however.

Once he's floundered his way out of the fountain, he finds a book with his name on it. His full name. Beat throws the journal at the fountain, bouncing it off the stone basin and turning it on.]

--OLD YOU THAT NAME?!

Stupid book. Hate books.

YO, PHONES!! PHOOOOOOOOONES!!! WHERE YOU AT?!

WHEN'D SHIBUYA GET A BIG-ASS PARK?

PHOOOOONES!!!!

[OOC EDIT: There's a lot of huge-text in the comments, so beware when you open the page in case your browser can't handle it.]

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WHEEERRRE AAAAARRRRE YOOOOOOUUU?!

[Beat manages to figure out the video function and shows the fountain.

Upside down.]

[/golf clap]

VOI, YOU BRAT! I'M GONNA TEEEEAAAAR YOU APAAAART!

[and he's on his way.]

[He's a master of technology and eloquence.]

[Also, it's entirely possible that by the time Squalo appears, Beat will have forgotten about the challenge and is busy trying to get his muscle shirt to fit over his wings. His hat, at least, is back, but he's missing a lot of his accessories. Obv. fashion and his rumbling stomach is more important than some girly man.]

[aaaand he's at the fountain. alone. you know, feeling stood up by his opponent. (you should feel bad about this, Beat) Squalo paces by the fountain for only a minute or two before opening his journal again. he's not the world's most patient person.]

Where the hell are you?

Huh....? OH, SHIT.

[The door of the clothing shop busts open and Beat comes tumbling out, his shirt stuffed into the back pocket of his pants. He adjusts his hat on his head and pointing at Squalo with the hand holding the journal - it's still on so Squalo might get the next line in stereo.]

Yo, GIRLY MAN. Where you been at?!

[it's about this time that Squalo is starting to wonder what the hell he's gotten himself into. he's sitting on the edge of the fountain with his sword across his knees and blank expression on his face, watching the scene unfold. the ball, however, is in his court now so he's no longer concerned with waiting for the fight to start. Squalo grins, picks up his journal and decides to write his response.]

I took a charming stroll around the village, smelled the roses, rescued some drowning kittens, but for the most part, I've been here, waiting for your slow ass to show up. Are you done primping yet?

[Since Squalo isn't talking, Beat is almost about to go back to trying to get his shirt on when he sees the guy writing.

Give him a minute to decipher the words....And?]

Damn, you are girly.

Look I ain't gonna fight nobody wit'out clothes on, aight? That just ain't right.

[Whatever, why is he using the journal. He stuffs it into his pants pocket.]

I ain't like that, yo.

[Beat gets a sour look for the "girly" remark, but Squalo otherwise ignores it. he gets up off of the fountain edge and checks the straps holding his sword to his hand.]

Like whaaaat? I think you're stalling, brat.

[Cut your hair and you won't look so girly to him, Squalo.]

Man, I ain't gonna answer that! I ain't that way, but I ain't gonna be disrespectin' nobody.

[Except, he is. Whatever. He puts up his fists and drops into a stance.]

But whateva'! I ain't stallin'! You ask a question, you get an answer. Now you ready to get yo' face beat in or what?

[death before haircut! he made a vow, okay.... a manly vow.]

An exhibitionist, you mean? I'll take that as a small mercy.

[he grins when he sees Beat drop into his stance] VOI, just fists, huh? And here I was hoping for a challenge.

[Sure. A manly vow involving long hair. 8( BEAT DOES NOT BELIEVE YOU, CRAZY SWORD-HAND MAN.]

I ain't no art piece neither! And I don't need nothin' but my fists. I know they strong 'nuff to handle anythin'!

[it's not a sword-hand, it's a hand with a sword so HA! but crazy works just fine, and Squalo will take those words as invitation enough to attack. a sharp grin breaks over his face.]

Then move.

[he'll rush at Beat and take a swing at his torso.]

[sooo, there must be some sort of irony hiding in here that i play these characters and yet suck at writing fight scenes ~~and html~~. bear with me XD]

Edited 2011-07-15 00:50 (UTC)

[When Squalo swipes at his stomach, Beat jumps back - surprisingly fast for someone his height and body frame, then he aims a fist right at Squalo's face, running forward at him.

ooc; and don't worry; take your time.]

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